ABOUT POETRY
It’s not the words
Although as we try harder
Love becomes the only thing we hunger
It’s not the sound
They are merely echoes
In the hollow chambers of Time
A state of simple being
Is what it is: aren’t we all sick of
The complexes of the New Age???
Don’t take the bloodless words seriously
If your heart runs like a restless bride
We are who we are---a simple fact no less
Miraculous than any other
We are extremely lucky that we’re different
From each other & poetry is what brings us closer
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foto by: Nicholas J. Bryan